Listening to quantum harmonics is going to make you feel really relaxed,” says Kevina, my therapist. I’m not sure what she means, but I go with it. I’m lying face up on an illuminated treatment bed partially filled with water, cocooned under a curved ceiling in a darkened room that feels like a luxurious bunker. Kevina places a pair of padded noise-cancelling headphones over my ears and covers me with a weighted blanket.
“I’ll be back in 30 minutes,” she says in a hushed voice, and she dims tiny spotlights and leaves the room.
